It was a small moment during this hottest of summers. I had already driven through the crisped cornfields of the Midwest, witnessed a smoke cloud that seemed to cover the whole state of New Mexico, and toured miles of charred ridgeline above Fort Collins, Colorado. Meanwhile, back home in North Carolina, my wife described the weeklong string of 100-degree days with 99 percent humidity as being “like living in someone’s mouth.” So I had already grown used to heat, and to scenes of heat’s destruction.

But this was the moment that got me thinking: I was flying in a small plane over the dry cracked wilderness of northeastern Utah, courtesy of Bruce Gordon, a pilot and owner of EcoFlight (see “The Plane Truth”). With us were a documentary filmmaker and two representatives of the Southern Utah Wilderness Alliance, which works to preserve Utah’s remaining wild desert lands. We had just flown over a sight of stunning beauty: a brown river named the Green snaking through canyons of purpled gray. We banked down over Nine Mile Canyon toward great towers of rock. They looked like giant red sand doodle castles, and atop these castles the Ute Indians had built dwellings that stood high above the desert floor. If ever I had a sense of the land as remote, sacred, vast, and removed from the unrelenting assault of our own hectic time, this was it.

But then, a second or two later, I saw them: The first square of shaved land, devoid of all vegetation, that signaled another oil drilling site. Then another, and another. Earlier we had seen hundreds of them, both gas and oil, each trailing a squiggling tail, like a group of giant square tadpoles. The tails were roads, and those roads always connected to larger roads, like the new four-lane highway leading down to the Book Cliff divide, site of the U.S. Oil Sands Project, Utah’s very own tar sands. There were not as many roads or sites here, but it was stunning to see them in such a remote, beautiful place. The message was clear: we will not leave anything alone. If these lands were once sacred, we will desecrate. We simply don’t care.

I pointed out that the land was scarred, as if someone had taken a knife to a beautiful person’s face.

“They used to say that the vegetation would eventually re-claim the sites,” said Steve Bloch, the energy program director for the wilderness alliance, through the headphones. “But scientists no longer think so. Not enough water.”

These scars were permanent then, or as permanent as anything can be in nature.

We are a short-term people, hungry for now. The West is a long-term place. A place where the stones in an Anasazi Cliff dwelling sit just as they did a thousand years ago, and where nothing rots and decays. Here you can see the scars across the dryness. And here you will see the same scars in a hundred, or a thousand, years.

“Not enough water,” Steve said. There it was in three words. It is the whole country’s motto this summer, but it has been the West’s motto forever. The native people built a civilization adapting to that fact. The conquering Europeans, for the most part, tried their best to deny it. And are still denying it. Wallace Stegner wrote: “The history of the West until recently has been a history of the importation of humid-land habits (and carelessness) into a dry land that will not tolerate them … Inherited wet-land habits have given us a damaged domain.”

In other words, there has been a history of pretending.

But in a land of so little water, even less water, from either the sky or melting snow, tips the balance and reveals the place for the desert that most of it is. This year has been the hottest on record in the West (and the rest of the country). Which, combined with a virtually nonexistent snowpack, turns rivers into mudflats and sparks blazing fires. But this has been a freak year, some say. Remember that the year before gave us one of the largest snowpacks ever recorded. Perhaps the skeptics are right. But the secret worry, even of the skeptics, is that this is not a freak year.

Scarily, there is mounting evidence that this is the case. Researchers recently concluded that the extended dry period in the West from 2000 to 2004 was the worst in 800 years — that is, since the years between 1146 and 1151. Worse, there are fears that this will become the “new normal,” that the aridity we saw during those years, and are seeing this summer, are what we can expect over the next century. Even drought-resistant plants will die, reservoir levels will continue to fall, crop production will continue to drop. Worse, as vegetation withers, it will no longer be able to absorb carbon dioxide, exacerbating climate change.

It is not a pretty picture, but it is an honest one. Scientists Peter Gleick and Matthew Heberger, writing in Scientific American, compared the situation in the West to the devastating “Millennium Drought” that Australia has faced over the past decade:

The Millennium Drought did have one benefit: it got people’s attention. Australians responded to these extremes with a wide range of technical, economic, regulatory and educational policies. Urban water managers in Australia have been forced to put in place aggressive strategies to curb water use and to expand sources of new and unconventional supplies. They have subsidized efficient appliances and fixtures such as dual-flush toilets, launched public educational campaigns to save water, and more. Between 2002 and 2008 per capita urban water use — already low compared with the western U.S. — declined by 37 percent.

There is no silver lining here. But at least the drought forces us to see things as they are. In flusher times there are parts of the West that can whistle along and ignore reality, pretending to be something they are not. But in a year like this, that is impossible. We are forced to look things in the eye and strip away our illusions, to prepare ourselves, as much as we can, for what is to come. There can be no more pretending.

David Gessner is the author of eight books, including My Green Manifesto and The Tarball Chronicles, both of which grew out of previous reporting for OnEarth. This piece was originally published at OnEarth and was reprinted with permission.

On the one hand there is the disappearance of Arctic sea ice. Using the poorest of the indices, but the one that seems to garner the most public attention, the extent is (not so) slowly moving toward a zero destination.

On the other hand is human response to curbing its addiction to fossil energy. There is a (rather more) slow movement toward reducing emissions.

The thing is, if we can’t realise a seismic shift in global human behaviour before the inevitable catastrophic (downward) shift in the trajectory of Arctic sea ice extent, we’ve as good as completely and abjectely failed to preserve a viable biosphere for future generations of global human civilisation. More than that, we’re likely to have failed at preserving a biosphere that is ammenable to anything resembling any sort of human society, or ammenable to any biosphere even remotely as rich and as functional and as resilient as we had at the beginning of the Industrial Revolution.

Even more than that, it’s not just a matter of realising that seismic shift before the loss of Arctic sea ice, but realising such a solution years before the loss of the Arctic ice.

Given that the effective loss of summer ice may be only a matter of a few year away, we’re already looking to have failed in our chance to give our decendants a functioning world.

And still we have politicians, business executives, media stooges and lay ideologues who claim that there’s no such thing as human-caused global climate change in the first place…

With such species-wide, recalcitrant stupidity evolution may very well decide to give humanity a collective Darwin Award. And we can’t say that we didn’t know that we were nominated.

More emphasis needs to be made tying our current drought to Australia. When the middle of our country averages temperatures seen in the Outback maybe Americans will draw open the blinds shielding our government from acknowledging climate change.

Not to be picky (OK, I’m being picky), but the reference to the Utes should read Fremont, as they’re the ones who settled Nine Mile Canyon (about the same time as the Anasazi). The author didn’t mention the controversy over the canyon’s miles of petroglyphs (called the world’s longest art gallery), which are being destroyed by the dust from the gas and oil trucks travelling through the canyon (though I’ve heard it’s now paved).

If one stands on the bridge in Green RIver, Utah, they’ll see that the river is at about half its normal width. Last year it was flooding.

I think it is more productive to try to educate big business and powerful politicians to the realities of climate change and water scarcity than to disparage them. They may be powerful in terms of money but they lack wisdom. Society as a whole has failed to temper their zeal. It is everyone, who is aware of the risks, responsibility to help fill their gap in knowledge. Attacking their core belief in economic growth at any price only serves to make them more intransigent. Something we all share. Once convinced they may have a lot to offer towards the solution. They are not evil or stupid just ignorant of the facts and reared in a culture of profit as a goal in itself.